I told my dad about my tattoos.

Probably the only thing that could have been scarier than that would be if I were to have gotten pregnant and had to tell him that.

But he didn't freak out. He remained calm. He said he wasn't upset, he was disappointed. He asked how many. He asked where. He asked who influenced me. He said I have a demon (lol) (okay, maybe not lol, but I need to remain sane). And then he changed the topic. He tried to figure out changes that he'd seen in me since I got the first one. He said God had shown him and that he was going to talk to me about it this week.

Well, hey.

I'd like for my business to be my business.

But I'm not going to go down that path now.

He still hasn't seen them. I'm a little uncomfortable with that idea.

Anyway.

Laters.